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Chapter 518 The Bride on Her Wedding Night
Aunt Qi smiled and said, "Yes."
He left with his phone.
Seeing Qi Ma leave, Wenren Teng looked at Sheng Mingying and said disapprovingly, "Mingying, this is not appropriate."
Sheng Mingying looked at him: "Registration with the Civil Affairs Bureau is recognized nationwide. Tell me, what's wrong with it?"
Wenren Teng frowned immediately: "No, you know what that bastard is thinking. Aren't you just sending that girl into the lion's den by doing this?"
Sheng Mingying rolled her eyes, turned her gaze away from Wenren Teng, and said to the little one watching Qi Ma leave, "Yuyu, let's continue our bath~"
Upon hearing Sheng Mingying's words, the little guy looked away, immediately grinned, and happily continued splashing around in the basin.
It even splashed around more enthusiastically than before.
Sheng Mingying chuckled and said, "Not bad, not bad. Our Yuyu is very strong. She'll wash for a while longer and then get up."
The little guy happily splashed his little hands in the water, making water everywhere, and giggled.
Sheng Mingying laughed even more heartily.
Wenren Teng looked at Sheng Mingying, then at the happy little guy, his old face solemn, unable to utter a single word.
This is utterly aiding and abetting evil!
Mo Garden.
In the bathroom.
Zhou Yi stood there for a while, until the surrounding silence enveloped her, and her thoughts returned.
His brow was furrowed, and his face was full of guilt and self-reproach.
The old lady may have never really believed that she and her husband were married, or she may have always harbored a sliver of suspicion, which is why she emptied out her old room and nursery.
But perhaps she was overthinking it. In any case, the old lady's mind was clear, and there was no problem. The husband and wife should sleep in the same room and on the same bed.
The gentleman also noticed it.
If she and her husband don't share a room or sleep in the same bed, then even something that wasn't happening will become a problem.
Zhou Yi lowered her head, feeling deeply apologetic.
Mr. Yu could have married a very nice girl, but he married her instead.
She couldn't change her family background or status, so she could only do everything she could to cooperate with her husband.
Be a good wife to your husband, and don't let the old lady find out.
Thinking it over, Zhou Yi clenched her fists, relaxed her brows, went to the washbasin, and turned on the tap to wash up.
She should wash up and get ready early so her husband can wash up too, and then he can rest early.
My husband hasn't had a good rest this week.
Zhou Yi looked at the toiletries on the washstand. The toothbrushes, toothpaste, cups, and towels were all complete sets, for both men and women, and there were also aromatherapy and skincare products.
The old lady had already arranged everything.
Looking at these things, Zhou Yi picked up a toothbrush and toothpaste and quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face.
Soon, after a long silence, the sound of running water finally came from the washroom.
Wenren Chen sat on the sofa, leaning against the backrest with his eyes closed.
As the clear sound of running water entered the quiet night, he opened his eyes and looked at the closed bathroom door, his gaze deep and intense.
The restrooms not only have toiletries, but also bathrobes, both men's and women's sets.
Zhou Yi saw it; it even included underwear.
That's right, she never wore a bathrobe.
Looking at this bright red women's silk bathrobe hanging there, it looks very expensive, and it even has exquisite embroidery on it, just like the handicrafts exhibited in a museum on TV, which are very exquisite and luxurious.
Zhou Yi felt that although she was helping her husband, she was enjoying many things that she shouldn't have been able to enjoy in her position.
It feels like I'm not helping my husband, but rather living a different kind of life.
An indescribable mix of emotions welled up inside me: self-blame and guilt, helplessness, and also endless gratitude and warmth—it was all very complex.
But in the end, Zhou Yi shook his head.
As long as it helps the gentleman, I don't need to worry about anything else or overthink it.
The corners of his lips turned up, and a smile graced his eyes and brows.
Zhou Yi went into the bathroom, washed her hair and took a shower, then put on a sundress and bathrobe and dried her hair.
Without delay, she tidied herself up and came out the door.
The bedroom is very large, with a walk-in closet, a two-meter-wide bed, two bedside tables, a bench at the foot of the bed, a sofa, and a dressing table.
And, the balcony.
When Zhou Yi came out, she immediately saw everything in the bedroom.
But there was no one who heard of Chen.
Where is the gentleman?
Zhou Yi looked around, then her gaze fell on the balcony, where she saw a tall person standing there, holding a cell phone and talking on the phone.
Not moving anymore.
The night was deep, and endless blue-black ink spread.
The lights were already on, and the orange glow painted the entire sky, turning the colors outside the window into an orange-toned ink wash, draped in a light veil.
Moonlight spilled down, and a light veil flowed, gently settling on his tall, slender figure. In this warm glow, he seemed like a character from a comic book.
It's dreamlike and unreal.
On the balcony, Wenren Chen stood with one hand in his pocket, listening to a work report on his phone.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he turned around.
In the bedroom, a petite woman stood inside, wearing a bright red silk bathrobe that reached her calves. The bathrobe was tied at the waist with a matching belt, covering the slip dress underneath, with only the small V-neck of the slip dress vaguely visible.
Her long hair was loose behind her head, but it was different from during the day. The two strands of long hair that she had taken out and tied behind her head during the day now hung down naturally, slightly curled in front of her, while the ink-black long curls reached her waist and hung down behind her.
Her hands hung limply in front of her, clasped together, and as he looked at her, she lowered her head nervously.
Wenren Chen looked at the obedient girl standing in the bedroom, dressed in red, festive and joyful, like a bride on her wedding night, waiting for her husband to return.
With his fingers bent, Wenren Chen said, "That's all for tonight."
I hung up the phone and walked in with steady steps.
Zhou Yi stared intently at the figure outside the balcony, because it was truly beautiful.
With his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, the custom-made shirts and trousers by top designers further accentuated his model-like physique, making him even more attractive.
He is a mature man who runs every morning and exercises regularly. In addition, his years of experience in the business world have led him to his current high position, giving him a powerful aura that ordinary men do not possess.
very attractive.
Anyone who sees him, regardless of gender, will be unconsciously attracted to him.
However, when he turned around and looked in, his eyes met hers precisely, Zhou Yixin's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately lowered her head, becoming tense.
It wasn't that she was nervous about sleeping in the same bed with an adult man, but rather that she felt her status was too low, and it would be too unfair to her husband to sleep in the same bed with her.
She wondered if there was any way she could avoid sleeping in the same bed as her husband without the old lady noticing.
Zhou Yi was lost in thought and didn't notice that Wenren Chen had already hung up the phone.
Until, a pair of straight, long legs stood before her, casting a tall shadow over her.
The light in front of me went out in an instant.
Zhou Yi was stunned, then looked up.